Hi! Yr DUMB!

[psychomitten]

Fuck you, seriously. I say things with the words "fuck" and "hell" in them, and it doesn't necessarily mean they're meant to be hostile, but you take them that way and you make them that way. Just because I make you "feel like shit," it doesn't mean you don't act like a tool every second of my life to me, and then pretend you know shit about people and how to deal with them. Just because you're a guidance counselor, it does NOT mean you know what's best for me and it doesn't mean that you know how my mind works. Going to a therapist or a counselor won't make me feel better about school. Going to a different school won't make me feel better. It's not that hard to just listen to me and ask me what I want to do, is it? You tell me every time I speak to you that I'm closed-minded and I "shut things out" before I even learn about them. Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, stopped yelling at me for wanting to be happy and started being happy for yourself, I'd respect you more.

God damn.
God damn.
God damn.

Exhausted. Fucking thanks.